My Husband Hates Me, But He Lost His Memories - Chapter 4.2
Chapter 4.2
Translator: Yonnee
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At what I said, Hessen’s eyes shook for a moment. But soon, he clenched his fist as though he was going to kill me.
In the distance, the sound of a piano and many string instruments could be heard. As I walked past Hessen, I cursed under my breath.
“I’m sick and tired of you and Owen. I wish you both can just die.”
“You…!”
On the wedding day itself, the bride cursed out like this inelegantly.
But if not now, when can I ever say something like this to Hessen?
I’ve always wanted to tell them.
Dear Owen and Hessen. I always do well to curse you out in my mind.
You think of me as just some meek prey, but in fact, you’ve just never seen the bloodlust in me.
Hessen stood where he was, not being able to grab me. He knew that if he were to ruin the wedding, he wouldn’t be able to escape Father’s wrath.
I laughed at Hessen from the bottom of my heart.
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The wedding hall was filled with flowers, fragrant scents and pleasant music. Because it was a cathedral, the atmosphere felt sacred at one glance thanks to the stained glass windows that were in the background.
However, my honest opinion of it was that this was hell—only decorated to look like heaven.
He was standing at the end of the white path in front of me. It was a marriage that neither of us wanted. On one side was my Father who was smiling kindly to the guests, and in turn they gave their congratulations.
They were all smiles. It was a picturesque scene of hypocrisy.
And everyone who’s here today knew this very well.
Duke Everett had pressured the Valentino family for this marriage.
To make Valentino kneel down, he sent his troops for support late, isolated Valentino from other noble families, and he had also committed countless other malicious acts.
Still, those smiling faces continued to express their best wishes…
“You’re beautiful, Lily. Congratulations on your marriage.”
Father reached out to me. I smiled brightly and took his hand.
“It’s all thanks to you, Father.”
How happy must he be to have sold me for a high price?
The music had changed. As the string orchestra played a new piece to announce the arrival of the bride, petals fluttered from the ceiling.
It was like a theater play. It was amazing in the same way that it was amusing.
Do you feel the same way?
Theodore Valentino was looking at me with emotionless blue eyes. When I finally arrived in front of him, Father gave my hand to him. Like a doll made out of wood, his face was blank of any expression.
“We gather here today for the holy matrimony of…”
And the officiant began his sermon. This marriage was nothing but a rotten sham being covered in pretty wrapping paper.
Thus, Theodore Valentino and I became husband and wife.
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The reception went on until late into the night. I came into the bedroom earlier in the evening, bathed, had fragrant oils applied to my hair and body, and then sat on the bed.
Tick, tock, tick, tock. Time flew by. I didn’t know I’d be deserted right at the first night. I don’t think he wants to spend the night with me.
I recalled the time I went to Duke Valentino’s estate not too long ago to return his coat.
’His Grace would like me to inform you that the coat is unclean, so please do whatever you please with it. You may tear it up or burn it to ashes.’
Rather than inviting her inside just like any other guest who had come to visit, I was forced to wait outside for more than twenty minutes—only to be greeted by an attendant with this message.
Upon hearing this, I noticed that Theodore Valentino wanted me to be hurt. But this wasn’t a fresh realization. For him, I was just a daughter of the Everett family that he despised so much.
Nevertheless, I neither hated nor resented him.
But the question arises. Did I deserve this?
Anyway, for me, it was best to just keep my distance from him—that I should not like him.
When I saw him at the Everett estate’s garden in the past, it was only a fleeting emotion.
For a short moment, brainwashing myself like this made me feel at ease.
Click.
The bedroom door opened quietly. After hearing the sound of footsteps against the floor, I looked up to see the person I’d been waiting for all evening.
He had just finished bathing, and his black hair was still damp. His blue eyes looked bored. With his robe tied with a rough knot of the cloth belt, his chiseled chest could be seen through the front.
I stared at him in a daze without realizing it, and at this, he chuckled as he picked up the wine bottle on the table.
I immediately knew that it was a derisive laugh. The moment he entered the bedroom, I had been mesmerized by him unknowingly—and he noticed this. My face heated up.
He poured liquor into a glass and, without hesitation, walked up to me.
“……!”
And my arm was suddenly pulled without any time for me to be startled. Even before realizing what was happening, my eyes widened as I tasted the fragrant yet pungent wine going down my throat.
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